&1t;/strong>A few days later, an old man came to the outside of the stronghold of Han Qianxue's mining area.

This old man was full of energy, strong breath, and full of blood. He had reached the middle stage of the Nascent Soul. He was the second-person in the Eighth War Zone of Chongzhou. He usually stayed at the headquarters of the war zone, gave orders and planned. If he had not encountered a major event, he would not have appeared in front of others.

"Open the city gate!" someone shouted loudly in the city.

With a muffled sound, two wide and thick door panels slowly opened.

Immediately, a one-armed man ran out of the city. He was the lord of the city at the No. 50 stronghold, the middle-aged man whose cultivation had reached the Great Perfection of the Golden Elixir Stage.

"Younger is incompetent, which has caused the three fellow Taoists of the sect to die one after another. Please ask Senior Xu to punish me!" The middle-aged man paid a great gift for worship, with a look of panic and uneasy on his face. He spoke up and said apologizing, because the three Jindan monks killed by Han Qianxue happened to be the same fellow disciple of the powerful Nascent Soul in front of him.

The old man in Nascent Soul waved his hand violently and said with a serious expression: "Now in the era of war, the entire Chongzhou belongs to the same family, and the sects do not distinguish between each other. You do have the crime of dereliction of duty and should be punished. However, I will not make things difficult for you in private because of the sacrifice of several Jindan monks in this sect. You don't need to worry about this."

The old man in Nascent Soul pondered for a moment, took a deep breath and said, "Okay, let's put the punishment aside for now, let's talk about the important things at the moment... Is the woman you mentioned in the letter still in the mining area?"

“It’s been there all the time.”

The old man in the Nascent Soul flashed his eyes and said, "Take me over."

...

Han Qianxue was sitting there on the huge rock in the mining area, holding a bag of pastries in her hand, eating silently with a small mouthful...

Suddenly, her expression moved, and as her palms flipped, the pastry disappeared, and a piece of jade was replaced.

At this moment, the jade light appeared and four patterns appeared, scattering strange fluctuations.

"Nasty Soul Stage." Han Qianxue glanced at Yushi, muttered to herself, and shook her wrist and put it away again.

In about a cup of tea, the sound of breaking through the air sounded, and a light came from the extreme, wrapped around two figures, landing outside the mining area. It was the old man in the Nascent Soul Stage and the lord of the stronghold.

The old man of Nascent Soul instantly fell on Han Qianxue's body, his pupils contracted and his divine light surged, sharp and deep, as if he could see through everything in the world.

"Who is yours? What's the purpose of coming here? Among the famous Jindan cultivators in Zhongzhou, there seems to be no such person as you." After a while, the divine light in the eyes of the old man in the Nascent Soul was reduced and he returned to normal. His tone was very calm, without any emotional fluctuations.

"If you are entrusted by someone to requisition this mining area, you can fight." Han Qianxue spoke lightly, and her answer was both straightforward and concise.

"Since that's the case, let's fight again!" The old man of Nascent Soul suddenly became powerful, and as he stepped forward, he suddenly rushed into the field. With his big sleeves, a milky white hill roared out, his body surface was smooth, mysterious runes were everywhere, and his grade was very good. In a blink of an eye, it turned into a huge number of feet, driving a thousand-pound force and pressing towards Han Qianxue's cover.

The cultivator can tell at a glance that this hill is a top-grade magic weapon with extremely powerful power, and it is the top of the top. Further, it is the best acquired magic weapon. However, under the suppression of the spiritual mine field, it can only exert the power of the low-grade magic weapon.

Han Qianxue raised the long sword in her hand and pressed on the oncoming hill. During the collision, her delicate body trembled slightly, blocking the powerful power contained in the method treasure. Then, she shook her wrist and shook the hill out.

The figure flashed, and the old man from the Nascent Soul came and appeared ghostly behind Han Qianxue. When he slapped out his palm, thousands of palm shadows transformed out, vaguely outlining a huge palm, which was yellow and brilliant, as strong as substance, with five fingers bent and grabbed the other person.

Han Qianxue still kept sitting cross-legged, but her body changed back and forth in an instant. She faced the old man of Nascent Soul, raised her jade hand lightly, pointed it out, and immediately, a slender finger shadow penetrated her body and hit the palm of the opponent's huge palm.

Huang Cancan's giant palm first paused, and then shattered inch by a "click" sound, turning into a rain of light.

Immediately afterwards, Han Qianxue turned her fingers into a fist and hit the old man in the Nascent Soul from the air.

Her small fist was snow-white and crystal clear, and her punch was not fast, let alone rapid, but the force brought by this punch was very amazing. A shock wave penetrated through the void and directly hit the chest of the old man in the Nascent Soul.

The old man from the Nascent Soul let out a muffled groan, and his figure flashed in an instant. After several moves, he bypassed Han Qianxue and appeared outside the field.

"Senior Xu, are you okay?" the middle-aged man's heart was thrilled and he asked quickly.

"No obstacle." The old man in Nascent Soul looked gloomy and stared at the woman in white on the huge rock with his scrutiny.

Although the old man of Nascent Soul looked sound, anyone with a discerning eye could see that in the brief confrontation, he was already at a disadvantage, and even his close baojia was shattered by the other party's seemingly inconspicuous punch.

Although this battle was carried out in the field, the old man of Nascent Soul was still shocked, because even without the suppression of the field, the strength of this woman in white was enough to be paid attention to by the Nascent Soul. The combat power shown by this woman was not something that a Jindan stage cultivator should have.

More importantly, until now, he could not find out the origin and background of the woman in white. He did not feel any magic fluctuations from the other party, nor did he know the reason why this woman was not suppressed by the field.

"Can she be... she is an old monster in the Transformation Period?"

The old man in Nascent Soul was shocked and suddenly had such an idea, but he soon denied it by himself, because this idea was too ridiculous and impossible.

"Senior Xu..."

Before the middle-aged man could say something, the old man in Nascent Soul immediately interrupted: "Let's talk about it when you go back."

Wrapped in the escape light, the old man in the Nascent Soul took the middle-aged man out of the air.

"Chi!" Suddenly, a blue sword light rushed out of nothingness and slashed towards the two of them.

"The best magic weapon!" The old man of Nascent Soul changed his expression. As his sleeves trembled, the milky white hills shot out. Without the suppression of the field, they instantly turned into a real mountain, standing tall, with great power and infinite light.

"Dang!" The blue sword light slashed on it, and a loud noise came out, and a large piece of the mountain was cut off as the fire burst.
Chapter completed!